One Color Pollock
(as read at Nomad Cafe 28 April 2010) SHAPES I wish I could tell you where that goddamned fuse is the one in my nose, just outside my brain the one that burns out on its own inscrutable schedule underlining random incidents in red ink sometimes it's an ambush the drops splash down before I feel them falling a one-color pollock stares back at me from the ground, expanding sometimes, I just know and you'll see me tilt my head back am I looking for shapes in the clouds in the ceiling? no, I am just standing here drinking myself to death